Secrets Part 1/6
anonymous
July 11 2010, 19:01:58 UTC
This is actually my first Hetalia fanfiction so please be gentle.
China realized halfway though the meeting that the binding around her chest had loosened and she began to panic a little. She was pretty sure no one saw, as all the Allies were focused on America’s bizarre plans regarding the Axis, but very carefully she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, mentally trying to assess the damage. ‘Why did this have to happen now,’ she growled mentally. Wasn’t hiding her gender hard enough without her binding slipping? The other nations already thought she was a pretty-boy, and she was lucky that other male nations had somewhat high voices, because it hurt her throat to make it sound deep. Now her binding had to slip, and even though her breasts were probably still not obvious, she felt nervous about it.
“And then Superman can punch Germany!” concluded America, prompting England to begin shouting him about taking idiotic plans from comic books. China sighed through her nose. If this meeting went anything like the last one they would shout at each other for a bit before dismissing. Once they dismissed she would be free to dash to the public restroom and fix her binding in the safety of a stall. Good.
She let her eyes drift away from the ruckus the western nations, glancing across the room, still nervous. To her surprise, she found herself locking eyes with that of Russia, who was sitting across the conference table from her. He smiled at her and silently waved. Politely she smiled back, briefly raising one hand from her chest to return the greeting. This seemed to satisfy the other nation, who resumed watching the fuss.
This made China sigh again. Most of the other nations were scared of Russia, but China had admitted to herself that she had amorous feelings for the tall nation. However, she had also admitted to herself that she would never enter with any kind of intimate relation with him. She had given that up many years ago, beyond most people’s memories, when a boss whose name she could not even remember now had told her that a woman would not represent them well, that she must hide her true sex.
It had been useful in some cases, sure (Foot binding came to mind immediately), but personal relations had been a sacrifice she had had to make. Before she had lovers, now long forgotten the way everyone had known her true gender was.
“Ugh, that’s enough!” snapped England, throwing his hands up in the air. “We’re making no progress! Meeting over, we’ll try again next week!”
Finally, thought China, trying her best to stand casually while keeping her arms crossed. Now I can get out of here.
Apparently this thought was tempting fate, because as she was leaving, following the western nations out the door, ready to slip away unnoticed, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
“China!” Russia called, taking a few strides to catch up with the smaller nation, putting a hand on her shoulder. “China, I was wondering-”
“I won’t become one with you,” she interrupted, hoping to get away and fix her binding.
Russia kept smiling as usual. “I was not going to ask that comrade. In fact it is about our bosses, da?”
“Oh, right,” muttered China. Her boss had been telling her to meet with Russia and discuss their relations. She couldn’t do this now though. “I can’t talk right now aru. Perhaps we should meet later aru?”
“The sooner the better, da?” insisted the taller nation, and China frowned.
“I really can’t do this now aru. How about you come to my house tomorrow aru?”
This made Russia brighten up. “Ah, that is a good idea! You can make me tea, da?”
China nodded. “Yes, if you want I will make you tea aru. Now, I really must go aru.” She quickly bowed in farewell, then, abandoning her restroom plan, quickly left to go to her home.
China realized halfway though the meeting that the binding around her chest had loosened and she began to panic a little. She was pretty sure no one saw, as all the Allies were focused on America’s bizarre plans regarding the Axis, but very carefully she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, mentally trying to assess the damage. ‘Why did this have to happen now,’ she growled mentally. Wasn’t hiding her gender hard enough without her binding slipping? The other nations already thought she was a pretty-boy, and she was lucky that other male nations had somewhat high voices, because it hurt her throat to make it sound deep. Now her binding had to slip, and even though her breasts were probably still not obvious, she felt nervous about it.
“And then Superman can punch Germany!” concluded America, prompting England to begin shouting him about taking idiotic plans from comic books. China sighed through her nose. If this meeting went anything like the last one they would shout at each other for a bit before dismissing. Once they dismissed she would be free to dash to the public restroom and fix her binding in the safety of a stall. Good.
She let her eyes drift away from the ruckus the western nations, glancing across the room, still nervous. To her surprise, she found herself locking eyes with that of Russia, who was sitting across the conference table from her. He smiled at her and silently waved. Politely she smiled back, briefly raising one hand from her chest to return the greeting. This seemed to satisfy the other nation, who resumed watching the fuss.
This made China sigh again. Most of the other nations were scared of Russia, but China had admitted to herself that she had amorous feelings for the tall nation. However, she had also admitted to herself that she would never enter with any kind of intimate relation with him. She had given that up many years ago, beyond most people’s memories, when a boss whose name she could not even remember now had told her that a woman would not represent them well, that she must hide her true sex.
It had been useful in some cases, sure (Foot binding came to mind immediately), but personal relations had been a sacrifice she had had to make. Before she had lovers, now long forgotten the way everyone had known her true gender was.
“Ugh, that’s enough!” snapped England, throwing his hands up in the air. “We’re making no progress! Meeting over, we’ll try again next week!”
Finally, thought China, trying her best to stand casually while keeping her arms crossed. Now I can get out of here.
Apparently this thought was tempting fate, because as she was leaving, following the western nations out the door, ready to slip away unnoticed, when she heard a familiar voice call her name.
“China!” Russia called, taking a few strides to catch up with the smaller nation, putting a hand on her shoulder. “China, I was wondering-”
“I won’t become one with you,” she interrupted, hoping to get away and fix her binding.
Russia kept smiling as usual. “I was not going to ask that comrade. In fact it is about our bosses, da?”
“Oh, right,” muttered China. Her boss had been telling her to meet with Russia and discuss their relations. She couldn’t do this now though. “I can’t talk right now aru. Perhaps we should meet later aru?”
“The sooner the better, da?” insisted the taller nation, and China frowned.
“I really can’t do this now aru. How about you come to my house tomorrow aru?”
This made Russia brighten up. “Ah, that is a good idea! You can make me tea, da?”
China nodded. “Yes, if you want I will make you tea aru. Now, I really must go aru.” She quickly bowed in farewell, then, abandoning her restroom plan, quickly left to go to her home.
ReCaptcha: Belittle Arthur. Heh.
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